What a wonderful weekend. Seriously. Now that the stress of finding our dream home is over we totally had a relaxing weekend. I was not well most of the weekend and yet it was still great.

Saturday I was suppose to attend a photography class at the university, but at the last minute I bailed. It felt right to be with my family that day, rather than in a classroom. I thought for a moment I might regret it, as I was looking forward to attending it so much, but I really have no regrets. There will be other classes that will have better timing for me.

Instead we explored the Public Gardens, it was early and the gardens were still. It was wonderful watching the children run, laugh, while I walked beside my sweet husband. Afterward we daydreamed at Rona about all the house possibilities. After a yummy lunch we cruised out to the valley and went apple picking.

Seriously, these apples are the very best apples I have ever eaten! Becca was totally into the process of picking apples, taking care to pick the right ones (aka the ones that worms did not find first!). Ethan was perturbed that the grass was almost as tall as he was, but enjoyed munching down on an apple while his Dad and Sister did all the work (I of course was photo-journalling the entire moment and therefore not picking apples hehe).

Yesterday was a strange day for me. LOOK OUT there may be too much information, feel free to skip ahead. After a week of an odd menstrual period, I started bleeding again, and with furry. I was hit with wretched cramps and was not at all well. After passing a lot of blood and big clots, I felt better, lighter and whole again. It was very very strange. It could be off kilter still from not having a period for two years or we were pregnant for a glimmer of time and my body was so not down with that. Either way I am happy that it is tapering off and my hormones are regulating. A two week period is so not my thing, so I am bitter yet relieved.

While I bitterly made it through my day, my FABULOUS husband BAKED APPLE PIE and made HOME MADE PIZZA. He is my hero. Really truly he saved the day! Becca was his little assistant upon arriving home form Sunday school, I napped or was curled up in the fetal position while they worked. The apple pie was amazing, perfect really! The pizza was yummy and I felt so warm and cozy knowing they were happy.

Now we are diligently eating our way through 20 lbs of apples (in hopes we can go apple picking again before the season is over!). I am recovering, the children are suffering with snotty noses and coughs, J is back to work and Autumn has arrived.

How was your weekend?